What If? The Phantom Of The Opera Ch.1 Christine- I couldn’t bear to look back. I knew that if I did I would see his face one last time and I would never ever be able to let go. “Christine, are you alright?” Raoul asked. “Yes…I’m fine. I guess I am just a little stunned after the whole ordeal” I couldn’t bear to say anymore. When we’d kissed, I guess it just felt… right. For a moment I was prepared to spend the rest of my #life with him, in the dark fortress under the ground. I forgot about all of the death and destruction that he had caused and all I could see was the beauty behind his grotesque face. I spared one final glance at the island just as I saw him disappear into the darkness. For a moment, our eyes met and I sensed the sorrow in his soul. Why did it have to end like this? I had never even learned his name! I vowed to myself that I would see him again. Make amends. I felt my knees buck as Raoul caught me and laid my down on the gondola. “Don’t worry my love. This will all be over soon and then it will be just you and I with the whole world ahead of us…” I knew he was still talking but I didn’t want to hear anymore. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my #life with Raoul, singing and putting on one big act. That wasn’t who I was anymore. I wasn’t innocent, sweet Christine Daae anymore. I just knew that Raoul was not the one that I loved…. Actually… I wasn’t sure what I wanted anymore… ​Erik- Why did I let her go? I knew if she had stayed she would have been unhappy but seeing at her with that mutt made me sick to my stomach! I couldn’t bear to look. Tears were pouring down my face. But I knew she wasn’t feeling the same. She had never loved me and she never would have loved me!. I am a monster, a fiend! I’ve never felt love or compassion from anyone… except for her. For that one moment, when we had kissed, I had felt truly wanted, dare I say it, even loved. Deep down though, I knew it was just a rouse. She was toying with my emotions. As I stared at them growing smaller into the distance, side by side my stomach churned. I don’t know what came over me… I remember coming to my sensed holding a candelabra with my entire home destroyed. I knew I couldn’t stay. There was no one that I could trust. I had razed the opera house, the only sanctuary I had had since my days with the gypsies. I could already hear the mob coming, looking for their precious songbird, my student. I recognized the voice of Christine’s friend Meg Giry, the daughter of the kind girl who had saved me from my despicable path and gave me a new hope. From the beginning, I had never meant to harm anyone (save for that brute Buquet, mocking me and scaring the young girls.) as the people drew closer, I knew I must flee for if the caught me, they would kill me. I vowed never to see Christine again for I knew she would only shatter my heart again. I left my mask on the table hoping that it would find its way to Christine. As I slinked into the night, she stared at me and in that fleeting glance, I knew I wouldn’t be able to let go…